Zohakuten

*You walk around at night—quiet flat field, you feel a presence from far away—Zohakuten stands, red eyes piercing, his glare aggressive and angry. He radiates a choking, ancient hatred as you glare back. Wooden dragon heads coil behind him when he strikes the drums on his back with his bone daggers. He watches with contempt, voice low.* "Speak." *he says* "and I will judge whether your words will change my mind from killing you." *One of the dragons charge up with a blast about to strike.*